Danbrook's Angel

Hello everyone. I started this story before I started Life After College. When I started it, it was going well and I have quite a bit of it written, but I caught a bad case of ADD and went to work on another story. I'll post what I have as the days go on, and I want you guys to let me know if you think it's worth continuing. Right now, I'm in a lazy streak over this story. It's all played out in my head as to how I want it to go -even how I want it to end- but........ Mind you, Life After College is STILL going on, don't fret.

P.S.
This story has discrimination against homosexuality. I'm not homophobic as you all already know I'm sure.

Disclaimer: Y'all know this story is mine, right? Okay, good. (Sorry for taking up so much space.)

Danbrook’s Angel

It was eight o’clock in the small town of Danbrook, and the students were just pulling in for the morning. It was the third week of school and senior, Martin McSherry was already sick of it. The only thing that kept him coming was the fact that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to play in their football games. Martin was running back for the Danbrook Titans. He was very, very good and he knew it. With him, Bobby Ardenay as quarterback, Phillip Traynham as linebacker, Willis Hunt as offensive lineman, and Alex “AB” Brandon as kicker (yeah kicker), they were known as the “Fab Five” in school and on the local newspapers. And since Martin wasn’t exactly attractive -with his dirty blonde hair, pimple face and long nose- that was the only thing that got him in with the ladies.

The Fab Five were all gathered around Martin’s big blue monster truck -stretching the last few minutes they had to themselves before having to go to first period- talking about the game they were to play Friday night against the self-indulgent Willow Spring Blue Devils. “I’ve bet money on this game,” Willis said, “So we’d better win.”

Martin had just finished his cigarette and stomped it out with his foot. “Oh, we’re gonna win, all right. I bet my life on it. That bitch Clark Shapiro can’t beat me on the field.” He said arrogantly.

Bobby shrugged. “I don’t know, Martin. During track season, Clark ran a 10 flat. Can you do that?”

Martin looked at his friend with disbelief and smiled. “Wow. I never knew you had so little faith in me, Bob.”

“I told you never to call me that.” Bobby responded more seriously. He hated being called Bob. It sounded so........old to him.

“Well, don’t underestimate me. Then I won’t.........”

Martin was cut off when AB pointed with his thumb to the young man who just walked out a 2004 green Altima with chromium-plate rims. He was quite attractive with his short brown hair -it was parted along the left side and brushed back perfectly- tan skin, large hazel eyes, full lips, and slender face. He wore a fitted lavender polo shirt and fitted jeans. As he toted his bookbag, his walk was a bit more straighter than the guys liked. “Who’s the fairy?” AB asked chuckling. Just then as he was walking, he looked quickly in their direction and AB wondered if he heard him. When the boy slightly grinned at them a friendly greeting and moved on, AB started laughing. “Dude, where’d he get that shirt? Lavender? What guy in their right mind wears lavender?”

“A very secure one.” Phillip answered nonchalantly.

The bell rang for students to head to class and the guys said their goodbyes. Bobby’s first class was with Willis in US Government with Mr. Lucian Castilliano or Mr. C as he likes to be called. He absolutely abhorred history. He hated having to remember dates, who shot who, what started this war, who signed this act, etc. He tried to understand the chapters and even had a few smart girls tutor him. But they proved to just want to jump his bones, so he dropped that idea.

Bobby was good-looking to be only eighteen. At 5'10", with short and very dark brown hair, bronze skin, full lips, dark eyes, and thick eyebrows, the quarterback was part Italian, so his features were very strong.

He sat in his chair and pulled out his book, when he saw the boy in the parking lot walking up to Mr. C with a piece of paper to give to him. Mr. C smiled and showed him to a chair that was two rows to the left of Bobby and three seats up. Bobby liked sitting in the back. “Good morning ladies and gentleman. It’s so good to see so many happy smiling faces today.” The class groaned. Mr. C smiled. “Just as I thought. Anyway, before I get started, I’d like to introduce our new student. Class, meet Mr. Oliver Pierce. He transferred here from, San Francisco, California. So be the loving class that I know you are and make him welcome to Danbrook.”

So that explains the get-up. Bobby thought. Though only he and Willis questioned Oliver’s appearance; the girls, however, were in awe of the angelic creature. Oliver even heard a few barely audible groans and giggles.

Willis leaned over next to him to Bobby’s desk and whispered, “Spending time in San Francisco will turn anybody out, wont it?” He chuckled.

Mr. C. saw Willis and said, “I know you and Mr. Ardenay are in love and everything Hunt, but do you mind leaning over your own desk. At least until class is over?” The class started laughing. Bobby turned two shades red and Willis shook his head.

“That was SO not cool Mr. C.”

“Hush and open up your books. All right class, lets go back to chapter 5, shall we? Yesterday we last talked about essential features of the state; which were population, territory, sovereignty, and government. Now, the relationship between the national government and the smaller divisions can be described as what and what?” The room was silent. “Any takers?” The class looked at each other. “Come on. Don’t make me choose.....” Still not a hand was raised. Mr. C. sighed. “Ok. Mr. Hunt. Since you were in such a loquacious mood, why don’t you give me the answer.”

“What’s locaious mean?”

“That’s loquacious. You can look it up yourself tonight and find out. The answer please.” Mr. C. said as he pushed his thick black rimmed glasses up and folded his arms across his chest.

Willis started to get a bit nervous. He hated being called on in class. Especially when he didn’t know the answer. His heart would start to beat faster, his breathing would get more aimless, and if he was starting to feel even more embarrassed, he’d start to perspire. The room was dead silent except for the little giggles he’d hear from the other students in the background. Willie thought he was going to pass out.

Just when he thought he was going to have to call an ambulance for his friend, Bobby saw out the corner of his eye, a hand go up. “Yes, Oliver.” Mr. C. said. “Can you help our little friend here?”

“Um, unitary system and federal system?”

“Very good, Mr. Pierce.” He walked closer to where the boy was seated. “And do you know the differences between the two?”

“Unitary system is a form of government that gives all key powers to the national or central government. The federal government divides the powers of government between the national government and state or provincial governments.” Oliver answered. His soft, melodious voice only furthered the two boys suspicions about him, but only increased the blood flow in the girl’s beating hearts substantially.

Wow. Bobby thought. Dresses too neat for comfort, but he’s a smart little bastard. Bobby smirked alittle to himself, knowing Willis couldn’t be liking the fact that Oliver saved his hide from further embarrassment. He was right. Willis’ face burnt fire red. Mr. C. looked back over to Willis. “Well, William. You should thank young Oliver here after class for saving you.”

When he turned back to the rest of the class, fellow senior and pervert, Kevin Mauberry, whispered to Willis, “I bet he’d take a good fucking as the perfect thank you. How ‘bout it Willis?”

That comment only added wood to Willis’ already bitter fire. “Fuck you.” He whispered back under greeted teeth. I’m going to kick that fairy’s ass! How dare he try to embarrass me infront of the entire class!

“As for the rest of you,” the teacher went on. “Days and days we have been learning this stuff and nobody could answer me this one question? I had a new student who walks in here three weeks after school has started and answers it for me.” He sighed deeply. “It’s going to be a long semester.”

After the bell rang, the class grabbed their books and headed for their next class. Oliver packed his books in his bookbag since he didn’t have a locker yet, and pulled out his class schedule. “104. 104. Where is 104?” He murmured as he walked slowly down the crowded halls; careful to make sure he didn’t miss it.

“You looking for Mrs. Austin’s classroom?” A female voice called out. Oliver turned around and saw a very attractive Mexican American girl walking his way. Her hair was dark and just passed her shoulders in thick natural curls, her skin was a creamy topaz, and her eyes were like almonds.

“Yes I am. Could you show me where her room is?”

“Sure. I’m on my way there myself.”

Together, they walked down the main hall and turned left down another. “I’m sorry, how rude of me,” Oliver said apologetically as he extended his hand. “My name’s Oliver Pierce. I just moved here from California. It’s my first day here.”

The young girl shook his hand. “Wow Oliver. Do you plan on saying that to all the people you meet today?” Oliver blushed. “Joking! I think it’s cute. I’m Priscilla Riviera. I’m a senior this year. You?”

“Same.” Oliver chuckled a bit.

“What’s so funny?” Priscilla asked.

“Wow. Do you plan on saying I’m a senior this year to ALL the people you meet today?” They both laughed.

“I like you, Oliver. You catch on quick.”

They reached Mrs. Austin’s classroom and after spending the first few weeks of school preparing the young journalists, she appointed the students their sections of the newspaper they were to be in charge of. Oliver was given student life and Priscilla was given sports. “Sports is SO not me. It’s so barbaric.” Priscilla whined to Oliver as they walked out the class. “You’re lucky. You get the biggest section.” She grinned. Oliver just shook his head. “Hey Oli, you wanna switch?”

“No I don’t.”

“Come on. Pleeeeaaaasssseeee?” She pleaded with her lower lip pouted.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooo.” Oliver answered.

Priscilla shoved him a little. “Spoil sport. Anyway, I’m gone to my next class. Where are you going?”

“Lunch.”

“Well, enjoy yourself and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Ok. Bye, Priscilla.”

Oliver walked solo down the hall to the cafeteria. Thursday’s menu was barbeque, curly fries, and fruit cup. “That certainly doesn’t look like barbeque.” Oliver said to himself.

“Then don’t eat it then, loser!” Martin said as he pushed his way in front of Oliver -sending him back into the wall- to grab some napkins and a few packs of ketchup. Oliver stayed still against the wall trying to calm his breathing, as Martin threw him a threatening look before walking out the line to a table where his tray laid. I don’t even know you and you hate me. Either I’m doing something right, or I’m doing something terribly wrong.

“Excuse me.” A deep voice said to him. Oliver watched -still not moving- as the guy he saw with Willis in his first period class slowly reach infront of him to grab some napkins and a fork. When he looked back up, Bobby gave him a slightly crooked reassuring smile and walked away. What’s he apologizing for? It’s not his fault his friend’s an asshole.

Oliver grabbed his tray and found an empty table to eat. Grabbing his government book, he opened it up and started reading chapter 6; which was assigned for homework.

“Martin, if you keep staring at him, you’re food is gonna get cold.” Bobby said. He, Martin, and AB were sitting at a table four rows away from Oliver. Martin hadn’t taken his eyes off him once the boy sat down.

“I can’t help it.” Martin responded. His eyes were still fixed on him. “His very presence pisses me off.”

“You talking about him being gay?” AB asked with a mouthful barbeque.

Bobby put his Fruitopia down on the table. “Wait a minute. You don’t know if he’s gay or not.”

Martin scowled. “The hell I don’t.” He tossed his head in Oliver’s direction. “The little fucker is dressed like he’s the sixth member of The Queer Eye for the Straight Guy men, his hair is moussed and combed down to perfection- not a stray hair in it, he sits and stands too straight to be considered comfortable, and his damn legs are crossed at the knees. If that boy is straight, then I’m Mother Theresa.”

Bobby shook his head. “Still, that alone can’t get you obsessed with that boy.”

“What’s going on, Bobby?” AB asked. “You’re not changing clubs on us are you? Why are you defending that dude?”

Bobby sighed. “I’m not. I just think it’s dumb to spend all my time obsessing over him.”

“Well I don’t.” Martin said after taking a bite out of his fries. “It’s just something about gays that gets under my skin. It ticks me off. Even more than cats do. And you guys know I HATE cats.” The two boys laughed. Bobby knew about Martin’s temper. Sure it could happen often and could possibly get pretty big, but his temper never erupted into something tragic. That’s why he wasn’t very worried about this situation. Once he played in the game tomorrow night against the Blue Devils, he’d forget about Oliver.

But not if they shared the same class together..........

TBC.

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